this is not okay

i guess i should thank you. for taking it upon yourselves to be my personal messenger. i guess now it saves me the trouble of telling everyone myself. except you never checked with me. you never asked if it was okay. you just decided to go and display this to the rest of the world. like a messenger pigeon that delivers the top secret folder to the enemy. don't you think if i had wanted you to know, i would tell you? if i was ready to talk about it, i would? it's a funny feeling now, to know that people are talking about this. they're analyzing me. but you know the real kicker? now it's not happening. mhmm. do you know who has to deal with the backlash? not you, me. "oh, well i wasn't sure if it was true or not" no? you didn't? really? you just thought it was okay to tell people whatever then.... is that right? yeah no. now i'm the one going around doing damage control while you're sitting there having a grand old time talking about how this was just a stunt. or something dumb like that. the next time you feel like talking, why don't you do everyone a favor and shut your face. sooner or later it's going to be you, and you're going to have no one to blame but yourself.